When I was 14 we moved to a house up the road from our old house.(I am not giving the road name or number of the house in respect to the new owner's privacy.)It was a semi detached house with a long back garden and an old fashioned stone built bank at the back called a Devonshire bank. The front of the house was rendered and the front garden was terraced. The moment I stepped off the school bus and walked up the drive of my new home, I felt a deep sorrow and felt that what ever was in the house resented me moving into it.
It was exactly six months after we moved in that I began to hear, late at night footsteps, heavy footsteps walking backwards and forward along the landing. At the time I got up and opened my bedroom door, but nothing was there except a cold breeze. All the windows were closed upstairs, so there was no source for the cold breeze.
We had a lot of paranormal experiences in that house, these are the ones that stay with me. One of the neighbors had been a pipe smoker and had died the year before.(1996) Dad and I was digging the veg patch in the back garden and suddenly I could smell the smell of pipe smoke. The same brand of pipe smoke my neighbor who passed used to smoke before he died. I must say that we were close friends despite that he had been in his nineties and I was in my teens. I felt honored that he had come to visit me and my father.
The second tale is not so nice. The most unpleasant ghost in our house was the ghost of the Victorian man in a bowler hat . He was the same one who paced the landing. I was ill with a winter chill. I had gone to bed early and turned my light off and turned over and fell asleep. Around 12 am I woke up and found my bedroom door open and my light was on. My dad did patrol the house at night to make sure mum and I were both safe. But normally he would have just opened the door ajar and then when he saw I was okay he would have shut it again without turning on the bedroom light. (There was a street light outside our house so he would have seen the room with enough light.
I got up and closed the bedroom door and felt that cold breeze again . I shrugged it off and turned off my light again and jumped back into bed. I woke up again to the sound of my bedroom door opening the shutting loudly. I looked at my digital alarm and it said 3am. I looked up around the room and it had a peculiarly red light coming from the light bulb in the bedroom light. (This light bulb was not a colored bulb.) I heard labored breathing and suddenly I couldn't move nor speak. It was then I saw a dark apparition of a man with some kind of hat. I saw that his clothes were Victorian and he walked loudly around the foot of my bed then leaned over me trying to push his spirit into my body. I struggled and tried to scream with all my might. Eventually it began to weaken when it sat on my bed. I screamed for my dad like I have never yelled before. Dad burst into my room and it was clear he could see it too. He yelled at it to leave me alone. It faded away and I felt myself able to move. I got up and ran past where the entity had been and into my mum's arms. They took me to the spare bedroom where I continued my night undisturbed but sleepless.
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